The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Junar was sitting at her lab bench when she heard a confrontation going on somewhere nearby. It probably had nothing to do with her, but she had curiosity genes, and she blamed her father for that; he too had been a scientist. She left her experiment and crossed the lab, as she got nearer to the door, she recognised one of the raised voices. Junar took a deep breath and opened the door peering out, she was unsurprised by the spectacle. Kora the receptionist was arguing with a dishevelled man, he was dusty, unshaven and clearly irate. Hearing footsteps the unwanted visitor turned his head.

“You told me she wasn’t in today, but look-see there is Junar!” Olly paused momentarily, “Will you tell this idiot I’m expected, and I have your urgent delivery…” The last words we spat out with venom.

“Sorry Kora, this is my friend Olly, he does have a delivery for me—please direct him to goods inwards”. Junar turned her attention to Olly, “Now love, I know it will have been a couple of difficult days for you, but it’s not Kora’s fault—now apologise!”.

Olly shrunk back a little, “You dare to call me love, after…” He paused, this was not the right moment, “Kora I’m sorry I shouldn’t have blamed you.” He glared at Junar before taking the map that the trembling receptionist handed to him.

“We’ll talk about this later Junar!” Olly mumbled before departing the building in a very apparent huff.

Junar blinked and spoke quietly to Kora “We had a tiff…”

Kora nodded then the phone rang, and she answered the call in her calm manner “Cantabrian Lab’s, Kora speaking”.

Olly parked up, he briskly walked up the steps on the side of the delivery platform and pressed the green wall mounted button.

He was surprised by the almost instant appearance of a storeman who flitted out of a hidden doorway.

“Hi, I’m Merek—can I give you a hand with the cage. It’s a bit awkward—we mostly have lorries supplying us.”

Olly mumbled, “Yeah, that would be good Marek”.

Olly was a bit concerned about his cargo, still he had no choice but to unload with assistance. As he threw up the back door of the buggy the backdraft made the covering fly off the cage. Olly swiftly eyed Merek, “Oh, look it’s not as bad…”

Merek cut the conversation dead, “It’s fine, just a Glum; we get them from time to time for Junar”.

Olly relaxed a little and holding the bottom of the cage with both hands he slid the cage out. Glum stirred and looked around then ducked her head back down, clearly uninterested. Merek moved in and took the left edge of the cage, between the two of them the Glum was soon stowed away in one of the delivery slots.

“I expect Junar will come down to check the goods aren’t damaged, you should hang around while she does that Olly”.

“No problem, Marek I need a word with her anyhow, thanks for the muscle”, he paused, “I just need to go out and lock up the buggy, can you leave the door for me?”

“Sure, nice working with you Olly”.

By the time Olly returned Marek had vanished, the sudden sound of the bay door locking behind him made him jump a little.

“Nervous Olly, I’m not surprised—turning up at my works and embarrassing me!” Junar could be very harsh.

“Me embarrassing you! What about you setting me up for this crap!” Junar’s eyes hooded, her frown deepened, “Let’s go to my office, this is not the right place for this chat”.

Olly slumped a bit and trailed behind Junar taking his time and watching her hips swing temptingly in front of him. Why did he always feel inferior, even when he was in the right. Women, how did they do that. His mood lightened as he watched her arse bob along ahead of him, Olly felt a stirring in his pants, oh yeah—that was how they did it.

Junar sat down behind her fake oak desk, she crossed her arms defensively across her midriff. Her breasts were pushed upwards, they strained and dimpled the white lab coat attractively.

“Well then, what do you a have to say?” She asked, “Oh, and my face is up here Olly, one of your habits I’m afraid!”

That was enough Mr nice guy. “So, your habits of lying, cheating and landing me right in it is all hunky dory!” Olly only just contained his language.

“Harsh but fair, look Cantabrian must be secretive about this project. My personal ‘pet project’ in fact”.

Olly could not hide his surprise “Your project—Glum is your pet? Or are there more than one, Marek seemed to suggest that”.

This apparently cracked Junar up “It’s not Glum, it’s G.L.U.M. Genetically Ligated Unitary Mutants, a race we are perfecting along with funding from Korak Industries”.

Olly’s jaw dropped for a second he was dumbstruck, “Koraks is funding this? How… No, why would he… Could he?”

“Many are put off by his appearance, however he is intelligent and wealthy. He also sees a need for an underclass of well, servants if you like”.

“I don’t like, you are making a slave race. To what end? How can you even consider it?”

“Look, we may live on a desert world, but there’s no reason it could not be improved by an underclass to do the mundane, disliked and odd sexual desires of our population”. Junar smiled, “It’s called progress!”

“You are monsters, funded by a monster. I want nothing to do with it. I’m so outta here!”

“Sure fine, just keep your mouth shut. Just answer me one question, please”.

“OK, then I’m gone”.

“Did you touch or ‘play’ with the GLUM?” “Nope what do you take me for!” Olly blinked, “Why do you ask?”

“We have been keeping the GLUMs’ isolated on an artificial planet, just while we work out a few issues with the nanites we created them with. You see they are unitary as youngsters they are all female, but after their first sexual encounter they develop male characteristics making them very sexually fluid. The isolation is just needed currently until we overcome some challenges. So, tell me you had no sexual contact with her”.

“Nope, nothing—Nada!” Olly ignored the contact Glum had instigated. No harm came from white lies.

“Excellent, you may go. But note you are, as of now, banned from this site.

Olly didn’t bother to reply; then he simply growled as he reached for the door handle “Good riddance!”

Olly drove home, as he entered the sleazier side of Ventura City he relaxed a bit. It was a dump, true, but it was his dump. He parked up the buggy and clicked the remote to open his hovel’s entrance. To be honest his pod was not too bad compared to some of the dross that sufficed for accommodation around here. Once inside her stripped off his protective suit and hung it in the automat vibrationpluse cleaner. He looked down at the desert boots he’d kicked off earlier, not much point in cleaning those—time to order a new pair. He staggered across the room in his underwear and slumped on the couch, just hard enough to spark the videowall into life.

He wasn’t really in the mood for entertainment, it had been one of his worst weeks of this year. He’d lost his best contact, due to the actions of his supposed girlfriend. Then he lost her; mind you as it turned out that scheming bitch was not too big a loss. On the plus side, he had that credit bung from Franhko, and he’d had on hell of a blowjob. That thought brought a sensate shudder from him. Idly he stared at the wall, hmm… There was a second series of Porn girls in hell in production—interesting. The view cut to a breaking news item—the headline blared at him ‘Korak industries announces a major breakthrough in Bioengineering with its partner Cantabrian Labs.’ That was enough to make Olly switch off the wall.

“Shower time, let’s wash this shit away!” That said. he sprung from the couch and headed for the bathroom. Under the warm water he recovered some of his cheerfulness and began to tunelessly whistle. Splodging a handful of gel on his chest he rubbed hard, strangely he felt a tingle as his nipples reacted by hardening, his cock reacted rising into a semi-erection. Well never ignore a hard on, he swept his hands down and lathered up his dick thoroughly. Pausing to wash his balls he abruptly stopped his groping. Just behind his balls there was an indentation, a sore little sod that seeped a fluid.

Olly jumped out of the shower and swung open the first aid cabinets door. Rummaging through the contents he eventually found a tube. He wiped the water from his eyes and swiftly read the instructions ‘Crotch Guard—the fast solution to male crotch rot. Stop that rot today. Crotch rot is common in Desert worlds—protect your assets now!’. With no further ado Olly squirted a handful out on to his palm and slapped it behind his ball sac. OK, phew—that was dealt with! As he slipped the tube back in the cabinet, he noticed a flash up the tubes side ‘A product of Cantabrian Labs—the best thing in a man’s world’.

Olly gave up, he dissolved into laughter “Son of a bitch!” he giggled.

Dried off Olly donned his dressing gown and walked over to his drink maker. “One beer, with a whisky shot—correction double shot”. Clutching his cool glass, he sat once more on the couch. The video wall flickered; Olly ignored it as he chugged down his odd cocktail. He glanced up and noticed the plug ‘Full trailer of Porn girls in hell 2!’ now that deserved a watch. As the booze kicked in, he felt tired, that bastard week had stressed him out, he should go to bed. Sensible or not, the attraction of a stacked blond being eaten out by a redhead vampire kept his weary eyes open…

He woke up forty minutes later and crawled off to his bed, seconds later he was spark out. Later on Olly needed a pee; he wandered back to his bathroom. Then he noticed the issue, he had a hard on and try as he might aiming down into the toilet just wasn’t on. Still woozy he staggered over to the shower and saw just how high he an arch he could manage; woah—higher than he thought. Olly threw off his dressing gown as he crossed the living room as it was irritating his swollen glans every time he took a step. He lay down but try as he might he could not drift off. Damnable erection, he needed to sort it out or he would just lie there all night. His right hand closed around the stiff shaft and began pumping. His other hand drifted down to his right nipple, he pulled on the puffy peak and twisted it into erection. His hips began bucking with the same rhythm as his pounding heart. It didn’t take too long for Olly to climax profusely. As he dropped off to sleep, he wondered about the trickle that ran down from behind his bollocks. Man, that spunk went everywhere he mussed as darkness swallowed him.

Junar yawned, it was a late night for her, she cursed Olly, his histrionics had wasted so much of her time. Whatever, she must check fully on Glum before she headed home. She wanted to be certain that her former boyfriend had not assaulted the one she chaperoned. As she walked towards Glum’s cage, she became aware of a pungent yet attractive smell. Her pulse increased steadily the closer she got to the cage. As she pulled back the sheet the full impact of the pheromone hit her; Junar recoiled momentarily before her fluids broke through the dam.

“Glum is that your smell… It is gorgeous!”

Glum just smiled and parted her legs splaying her vulva wide. She brought her hands near to her groin and then wafted the perfume towards her target. Junar breathed deeply before reaching down and unlocking the door swiftly pulling it upwards. Glum moved cautiously and positioned herself on top of the cage’s edge. Indelicately she pushed her hips forward closer to the gasping woman. Junar leant forward positioning her face just in front of Glum’s delicate flower. Glum watched carefully, then in one fluid move she reached forwards dipping her stubby fingers deep into her dampness. Grinning she moved her hand close to Junar’s face; deliberately she smeared her lubrication across Junar’s soft cheek then along her slightly parted lips.

Junar’s eyes rolled upwards as she sucked the sweet fingers into her mouth. Glum’s other hand had sneaked around the back of Junar’s neck, a with a steady pull drew the scientist’s face down to her liquid, fluid pussy. Seconds later Glum thrust hard against Junar’s mouth forcing her swollen clitoris on to Junar’s tongue. Glum’s clitoris swelled as the tongue polished the hard bead, she flexed her back pushing her expanding clit deeper into Junar’s mouth; the woman gagged desperately trying to pull back. It was no good the Glum was just too strong, both in lust and muscle.Junar’s world darkened as the oxygen deprivation kicked in, her attention was brought sharply back in focus by a sudden explosion ejecting a salty surging flood into her mouth. Desperately she swallowed the cum pumping into her gullet desperately aware that the slime would be packed with nanites.

Her last thoughts of her own were not pleasant, ‘I will catch up with that lying fool; Olly you are toast!’ The world swam away from her as lack of oxygen and too many nanites stole her consciousness.